Textured satisfaction bulging
Bitter scarlet-stained bodies
Souls indulged and laughing
faces emptied into body bags
Saturated from overflowing promise
and infinite potential
Crossing the Rubicon
Something in the way
Is keeping me down
The feelings inside me
Are overcome by this sensation
This sensation of esoteric being
It’s calling you to join it
But reluctance sets in
And you hesitate
And you can’t go back
Because you have passed
The point of no return
Damsel in Distress
Pretentious tendencies
fill your vacant mind
for subtle atrocities
I just want
what's best for you
as you turn me away
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